The owl began its low note and captured my attention with its claim to me, beseeching that I heed the (H)eartH’s cry that she might then unveil her full and heavenly Love.
Oh! Let me seek her voice always so as to breathe in Me evermore!
Cry, O river! Cry that we and thee might breathe together without the ode of suffocation, but instead, liberate this eternal Life!
O cry, soil, rock and tree! Cry for Love’s majesty!
Cry, over the eartH, God’s Creation!
Cry! Each and every nation, cry out loud! Bring the roof of your worship down to join the floor! No more this madness let slip into the living’s midnight! Let her go! Take your paws off of her throat and kindly lift her wings that she might float!
© 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
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